The Greeters, Eaters, Actors, Servers and Seaters are:
Bret our own golf pro and leader-by-popular-vote, smooth talking Derek and his eyebrows, Alabama Mary, Annie who used to milk cows as a child, Parisian Polly, quiet Manny with all his questions, Gareth who was tricked into waiting tables here before he was even an employee, Tara who fills in the blanks, the incomparable Mr. Ed Desiato and his laugh-of-doom.

And there’s the graduating class:
Restaurants are like schools, so many people pass through them working, waiting, dropping out of school, going back to school, taking classes while working, graduating and joining and rejoining the real world. Some get kicked out, flunk out and some leap out, some keep coming back. Here's a few that have graduated in one form or another:

John the poker playing dishwasher, who really loved Bison burgers. Neelan to pursue catering dreams, Pilar who is never here nor there, sweet tooth Brian “Mr. P” started a furniture store, Alex is sweeping sand off porches in the desert, Jordan swapped downtown kitchens, Marcie markets for Actor’s Guild, Lauren in a box, Craig who is probably auditioning for shows somewhere (break a leg!), Jaspal in her studies, Jimmy drafting designs and riding horses, C Chris is making pretty pictures for large corporations, Justin III is back in banking, Eric who when not acting or directing somewhere is at Actor’s Guild, Jessica finishing her children’s book, Tevis in memoriam, K Kris got his professional graphics job in Cincinnati, Jonathan the photographer devotes full time to the Lexicon Project, Steadfast and relentless Brian who came back twice finally graduated (this time for real?), Daniel who bussed, Kullen, Justin I, Justin II, Yolanda, Julie who is a freelance writer that actually got work, Anitra who performed here and everywhere acts of love and duty, Amy (owns the bicycle out front), Kyle now counseling, Nicky and Rob the first coffee baristas, Shae who sang and is still banned: (charges of attempted singing with intent), Thomas who built, Beverly who was quiet, Trey whose guardian angel still lurks around, Dave who left for HI, Patrick, Sherrie, Sarah, Crystal, Ethan, Angie, Neil, Jason our own elemental, Greg, Johnny, Jill, Tony, Crystal, Danny, Miky T, Thaddeus, Will in memoriam, Ben, Paco who left for Siberia, returned and then missed the cold and left, Matt, Brandon, Josh, Robert, Delia (where are you?!), and Jamie.

Going back further, Buthena and Hend princesses from Libya, Mudd who is from Mars washed dishes, and pierced his body parts,  Bryant our first manager who managed himself, Lee, Hose, Vivian, Verdi, Elizabeth, Mike the rabbi, Julie, Terry, Adrian, Karl Marx, Angie, and Mat, Jessica, Scot, Bryan, Betty, Peter, Eric, and dear Nancy L.

The Gardner, Julie whose plants are soon to take over sidewalks. we were afraid we wouldn’t have any garden space…that was before Natasha spotted clay chimney liners from Clay Ingels and behold the patio was born.
The dog random and side mutt Sadie.

Roz-bert the bear specialist (no bears were harmed during the making of this comment), Linda (the nurse) and Meriah who is aware of movement, Pillar, all help Natasha. John Brown, the motorcycle specialist and hermit, Leonard Cohen, whose music plays in the background of the cafe. And then there are the owners/debtors, Gene, my husband of Baptist/Buddhist/Beatnik descent, and myself a communist Jew from Russia. We're a non-melting pot, more a tossed salad. If you want more of us go to the kitchen

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